War rages
in secret places,
cold war,
shivering bones
firing stones into
the hidden nests
of the
enemy
until war ends
in collapse
or
annilhilation;
but simply speak
and soon words
like sweet rain
will ease your
desert pain;
reach out,
hand to trembling
hand
and find
new strength:
friendship
and sacred
peace.
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